| Laters on a Friday my husband went up to the mountains with three friends
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| They took provisions and bottles of bourbon to last them all through the weekend
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| One hundred miles they drove just to fish in a stream
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| And there’s so much water so close to home
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| When they arrived it was cold and dark; |
| they set up their camp quickly
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| Warmed up with whisky they walked to the river where the water flowed past
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| darkly
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| In the moonlight they saw the body of a young girl floating face down
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| And there’s so much water so close to home
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| When he hold me now I’m pretending
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| I feel like I’m frozen inside
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| And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
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| Everything’s turning to white
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| It was too hard to tell how long she’d been dead, the river was that close to
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| freezing
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| But one thing for sure, the girl hadn’t died very well to judge from the
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| bruising
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| They stood there above her all thinking the same thoughts at the same time
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| There’s so much water so close to home
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| They carried her downstream from their fishing; |
| between two rocks they gently
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| wedged her
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| After all they’d come so far, it was late
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| And the girl would keep; |
| she was going nowhere
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| They stayed up there fishing for two days
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| They reported it on Sunday when they came back down
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| There’s so much water so close to home
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| When he holds me now I’m pretending
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| I feel like I’m frozen inside
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| And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
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| Everything’s turning to white
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| The newspapers said that the girl had been strangled to death and also molested
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| On the day of the funeral the radio reported that a young man had been arrested
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| I went to the service a stranger; |
| I drove past the lake out of town
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| There’s so much water so close to home
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| When he holds me now I’m pretending
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| I feel like I’m frozen inside
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| And behind my eyes, my daily disguise
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| Everything as changes us even well
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| Everything as changes us even well |